Friday, August 31, 2018

A Reflection of a Disappointing Summer

Well. Here we are, already the last day of August. In Michigan, we usually don’t view the conclusion of summer until after Labor Day, which is in three more days. However, September is just a few hours away, and I don’t care what you say: September is an autumn month. (After all, as I’m writing this blog post, I’m also watching the first MSU game of the season. Doesn’t get any more autumn-like than watching football.)

I think back what I managed to accomplish during the past 3-4 months, and honestly, I feel a bit disappointed at how much I didn’t get around doing what I was hoping to do. (It probably didn’t help that I spent half of my summer evenings watching my sister’s puppy whenever she was out. Puppies are like newborn babies; they have a lot of energy and are quite needy.)

In a fit of panic, I probably did more summer-y activities during the month of August than what I did in the other months. Once again, I did not go on any vacations or out-of-town day trips. (That’s what happens when you’re strapped for money.) The kayak trip from two weeks ago was my attempt at trying to enjoy the summer sun, to pretend that I was someplace not ten minutes away from my house.

I’m currently on Book #17 of the year (ONE DARK THRONE by Kendare Blake). Technically, I’m still on schedule to reach twenty-two books by the end of the year, but I didn’t read as many books this summer that I wanted. (To be fair, though, I’ve also been doing a lot of manuscript reading for my internship.)

I’m also disappointed that I didn’t work on any writing projects this summer. I haven’t written anything that’s considered fiction writing since my Spring Project was completed in the middle of May. I’m itching to write something, but I don’t have any short story ideas to work on. Of course, all I really need to do is just sit down and force myself to write, but that act is easier said than done. I’m hoping it's not going to be November when I finally write something creatively. (The poem from earlier this month doesn't count.)

Then again, I’ve been feeling very frustrated with almost everything the last two weeks. Nothing seems to be working in my favor. Last Friday, my phone even died. Upon waking up that day, I was greeted with a completely black screen, unwilling to turn on. Anything linked through google was saved (i.e. all of my pictures), but I lost all text messages older than 90 days and four years’ worth of Memo notes. (I guess this is just the summer of me losing data. Remember my Word document I mentioned back in May?) As you can guess, I had a fun weekend dealing with this. Luckily, I got a free replacement phone because when my phone started acting up last year, insurance was placed on it.

So even though summer may be drawing to an end, and I didn’t accomplish nearly as much as I was hoping, perhaps fall will serve me better. The last four months of the year always fly by for me. Not that I want it to slip away in a blink of an eye – after all, I have my work cut out for me for the next month and a half before my birthday. I’m not ready to turn 26.

Send help.

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